Forget about it, they know. They just do.

Costco in Spanish Harlem is the closest to mi casa. That's a $10 taxi ride each way for a $1 churro.

Inspired by watching a certain ESPN sportscaster. You know the name.

He's both a living legend and really, really great. Everything's just great.

Better the ocean than a bowl, eh?

Deep down we're all scared of them. Cocky lil' buggers. I blame European tourists for taking pictures of them...goes straight to their heads.

I know these are pretty easy to guess, but I really just wanted you to think about how magical Prince is and how friggin' sad Marley & Me was.

The only way to survive NYC in July. As long as you keep 9 out of the Big 10 (commandments) you're still in the A- area. You're golden.